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Entry tags:
- *event,
- books of magic: tim hunter,
- fullmetal alchemist: alphonse elric,
- gundam wing: zechs merquise,
- hikaru no go: akira touya,
- kuroshitsuji: grell sutcliff,
- legend of zelda: vaati,
- loz: oot/mm: link,
- moon child: sho,
- nanoha: fate t. harlaown,
- nanoha: hayate yagami,
- nanoha: nanoha takamachi,
- one piece: marco,
- one piece: smoker,
- one piece: usopp,
- pokemon: april (au),
- pokemon: tobias hayes (au)
The Inspection
On the whole, the weather had been temperamental lately. One minute, it was absolutely bucketing it down, and the next, it was bright sunshine. The amount of rain had turned the ground into a muddy mess, but at least the tents provided perfectly adequate shelter, and a gazebo had been erected over the community dining table to protect everyone from the elements.
Despite the temperamental weather, however, it had been fairly warm throughout the past two weeks, so the chill in the air during dinner that evening was particularly noticeable, even before the dark, hooded figure by the Ministry's representative's desk had been seen.
Nervously, the Ministry representative approached the table.
"I'm afraid we have a visitor," he said, addressing everyone at the table and hoping that anyone not there could hear him. "This is a Dementor, one of the Guards at Azkaban. It's a high security prison. He's just here to, well, ensure that a certain escaped criminal isn't hiding amongst you.
"I don't expect he'll be here for more than an half an hour, so do try not to worry too much. They can make people rather, well... uncomfortable."
Bowing his head slightly, he left the Outsiders to their meal.
[And so, a Dementor is lurking around the camp, just in case one of the Outsiders is secretly Sirius Black. They're known to sap the happiness out of the environment, and - in cases where there are true horrors in someone's past - cause traumatic memories to resurface.
The chilly, depressed feeling can be lifted by the deliciousness of chocolate, though the Outsiders will need to discover this on their own. Good thing there's dessert.]
Despite the temperamental weather, however, it had been fairly warm throughout the past two weeks, so the chill in the air during dinner that evening was particularly noticeable, even before the dark, hooded figure by the Ministry's representative's desk had been seen.
Nervously, the Ministry representative approached the table.
"I'm afraid we have a visitor," he said, addressing everyone at the table and hoping that anyone not there could hear him. "This is a Dementor, one of the Guards at Azkaban. It's a high security prison. He's just here to, well, ensure that a certain escaped criminal isn't hiding amongst you.
"I don't expect he'll be here for more than an half an hour, so do try not to worry too much. They can make people rather, well... uncomfortable."
Bowing his head slightly, he left the Outsiders to their meal.
[And so, a Dementor is lurking around the camp, just in case one of the Outsiders is secretly Sirius Black. They're known to sap the happiness out of the environment, and - in cases where there are true horrors in someone's past - cause traumatic memories to resurface.
The chilly, depressed feeling can be lifted by the deliciousness of chocolate, though the Outsiders will need to discover this on their own. Good thing there's dessert.]
Open!
The transmutation, Al, Mom, and Nina. He felt his breath catch in his chest, felt heat starting to build up behind his eyes, but he squeezes them shut, his fist pounding against the table.
He has no idea why or how it's happening, but he would not let this tear him apart. He was stronger than this. He was... he was...]
I'm... I'm so sorry. It was my fault. It was all my fault.
Open!
But no. No that wasn't what happened. Luffy had grabbed his hand, even though he hadn't deserved it, and it had been warm and he'd been forgiven despite everything.
It's only that that lets him shake it off. From all the terrors and everything else. But boy does he want to run as fast as hell. Somewhere. Anywhere. Except he can't ignore the blond boy who is muttering over and over]
Hey... Th-that was pr-pretty scary, right?
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Dunno, I don't think scary is a strong enough word for that thing.
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[He shivers again. He's seen some pretty scary stuff lately--from zombies to ghosts, but this makes him more afraid than he'd ever be on his own. Still he forces a smile]
But, it's gone now, right? So maybe someone scared it off. [Soo much hope in his voice right now]
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They're crazy! That thing shouldn't be allowed around normal people!
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Buut I'm normally an astute kinda guy so I pick up on most things really easy.
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That sounds like a horrible prison. You...you don't think they'd...go after pirates do you? You know, just hypothetically.
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[He scoffs a bit, shaking his head.]
Jeeze, what am I saying. I don't think I'm ever going to get used to that being a real thing.
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[They mentioned an ex-con, so she had suspected that if they were doing this to them, it'd be to force out a confession. But she doesn't think he has that 'prisoner' look to him, so she said that as quietly as she could.]
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What the hell? Of course I'm not!
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Okay, sorry. I was just thinking whatever this is that they're doing could be in order to make someone confess... and that sounded like it for a minute.
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[Yes it was. Just... not a confession about being a wizard criminal. :'D]
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[she could have ranted longer, but she realized no one wants to hear what was going on in her head. Instead, she takes a breath.]
-- then I don't want to think about what they'd do if they think you're guilty.
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[She did have a point and he still feels horrible enough that he doesn't bother trying to argue it.]
I guess that's what that ministry guy meant when he said those things made people uncomfortable, huh? Seems like "uncomfortable" is a bit of an understatement though.
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Join the club.
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[He looks around, still nervous, but he's thoughtful now, too. Better to think about something - anything - else besides this feeling of despair.]
Maybe all of us have.
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But I think these things make it easier to feel like that.
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[he rubs the back of his neck.]
Name's Ed, by the way. Edward Elric.